Lucen stayed still, trying his best not to shift too much.
But he could feel it. The pressure between his legs. His cock was definitely awake. Not full-hard, but enough to be obvious if anyone pressed too close—which his mother absolutely was. Soft chest flattening against him. Her hand low on his back. Her breath warming the skin just under his jaw.
If this kept going, she was going to notice.
He cleared his throat, awkwardly.
"M-Mother…"
"Hm?" she pulled back slightly, still close.
He put on a polite smile, trying to make it sound casual.
"Could you… just—um, give me a little space? Kind of hard to breathe."
Her eyes widened slightly—like she just woke up from whatever haze she'd been in.
"Oh—goddess, I'm sorry," she said, voice soft and full of guilt. "Of course."
She pulled back, finally giving him some breathing room, hands still lingering on his shoulders before letting go. Her cheeks were faintly pink, but she didn't seem to notice.
Lucen took a slow breath. His robe was still a little loose, but he didn't bother fixing it.
She tucked some hair behind her ear, smoothing her dress, trying to collect herself.
"Your sisters—Evelyn and Iris—they're still at Astrea Academy," she said, her voice steadier now. "I'll send them letters immediately. Even if they can't come back right away, they'll know you're awake. I promise."
Lucen nodded slightly.
"Thanks…"
She stepped closer again, but not as tightly this time.
"But how do you feel?" she asked, kneeling in front of him now, her hand gently reaching for his cheek again. "Is there still pain? Anywhere? Do you feel dizzy? Weak?"
Lucen paused.
Well, he did feel weaker than normal. This body wasn't like his last one. The stamina was low, his limbs felt thin, and the cold floor made him ache.
And the real issue?
The dull, throbbing pain in his lower head every time his eyes drifted down to her tits.
But other than that…
"I'm completely fine," he said, grinning.
His tone wasn't soft, or tired, or fragile like the Lucen in her memory. It was light. Cheerful. Almost too cheerful.
She blinked at him. Surprised.
And then smiled back—wide, warm, relieved.
She stood up, wiping her eyes again quickly, and turned toward the door.
"I'll have the chef prepare something immediately," she said, her tone switching into that commanding voice she used to run the house. "You must be starving. And no more herbs. No more bitter soup. Only things that make you happy."
She looked back at him.
"We'll take it one day at a time. Slowly. But we'll get you strong again, Lucen."
Lucen sat there, smiling politely, still low-key hiding a hard-on under the robe.
"Right," he muttered. "One day at a time."
The door shut softly behind Lady Arwen, her scent and warmth still lingering in the room.
Lucen let out a slow breath and leaned back into the chair, finally alone.
His robe was still a bit open, the air cool against his skin, but the heat down below hadn't faded. He adjusted himself under the fabric, letting out a low groan. "Goddamn passive…"
He stared up at the ceiling for a second.
Then frowned.
"…System?" he said, half out loud, half just thinking it.
Nothing.
Then again, a little more direct.
System. You there?
With a faint flicker, the transparent panel appeared again.
[Incubus System]
Awaiting command...
Lucen blinked.
"…Okay. That worked."
He sat forward slightly, voice quiet.
"What exactly do you do?"
The panel shifted, new lines appearing with a soft glow.
[System Functions Overview]
• Assigns sexual interaction-based tasks to the Host.
• Rewards Host with status points, passive skills, and upgrades based on performance, pleasure output, and partner response.
• Tracks relationship status and desire levels of potential partners.
• Displays Host's physical condition and core stats.
• Unlocks evolutionary tiers of the Incubus Bloodline upon reaching key thresholds.
⚠ Note: System operates on carnal energy.
The more the Host interacts sexually, the stronger the system becomes.
Lucen stared for a second. Then let out a breathless laugh.
"…You're seriously a fucking sex system."
The panel didn't respond.
He kept reading, eyes skimming over the key words—rewards, upgrades, partner response, evolutionary tiers. It was all there.
He scratched the back of his head.
"…Right."
Lucen leaned back in the chair, eyes scanning the panel as more tabs slid into view.
He tapped mentally through a few, instinct guiding the movement like muscle memory.
Eventually, a new section opened.
[PASSIVE ABILITIES]
Current Passive: Irresistible Touch — Active
Host's physical presence and contact subtly enhance arousal, affection, and susceptibility.
Note: This passive only influences Desire. It does not raise Affection. Emotional bonds must be earned through meaningful interaction, not physical contact alone.
Intensity scales with proximity, skin contact, and host emotional control.
⚠ Extended exposure may cause confused or heightened sexual reactions in targets with high baseline Affection.
Lucen rubbed his face.
"Yeah, no shit it works," he muttered, remembering how his mother clung to him like he was a lifeline and practically buried his face in her tits. She hadn't even noticed what she was doing.
His eyes moved again as another tab flickered open.
[STATUS PANEL]
Name: Lucen Ferndale
Title(s): None
Race: Human (Demonic Mutation – Incubus Hybrid)
Age: 18
Affinity: Light, Dark, Wind, Water
Bloodline: Incubus (Dormant – 5%)
Note: Full awakening at 100%. Skills and traits unlock progressively or through system-assigned quests.
He stared at the bloodline percentage for a while.
Five percent.
Barely anything. But it explained the subtle heat crawling under his skin ever since he woke up. Like something inside him was stretching awake for the first time.
"...So I'm running around with 5% and already leaking pheromones like a heat lamp in a bunny farm," he muttered.
If five percent already gave him a passive that stirred up that kind of reaction just from a hug… then what the hell was going to happen later on?
Or worse—at a hundred?
He sat there in silence for a bit, watching the pulsing glow of the panel, the faint hum in the air that only he seemed to feel. Like the system was waiting for something. Waiting for him to do something.
Then it flicked again. A faint shimmer across the top of the screen.
New functions will unlock as Host completes interactions, accepts system tasks, or triggers key bloodline events.
Lucen leaned back, drumming his fingers on the arm of the chair.
"So basically… seduce, fuck, and awaken my bloodline..."
He let out a slow exhale.
"…What a shitty way to reincarnate."
But the grin tugging at his lips said otherwise.
Lucen was still flipping through the system when the panel shimmered again.
A soft chime echoed—barely audible.
Then a new window slid into place.
[SYSTEM QUEST: FIRST CONTACT]
Objective: Receive your first hand job.
Reward:
• +4% Incubus Bloodline Awakening
• Title Unlocked — Mommy's Boy
(Increases charm and seduction success rate with women 10+ years older by 20%)
Status: Optional
Failure Penalty: None
Tip: Affectionate older women are often the most nurturing targets for a fledgling Incubus.
Lucen blinked.
Read it again.
Then leaned back, hand resting on his lap, robe still loose around his chest.
"…That's really the first quest?"
He exhaled through his nose. No frustration. No panic. Just… processing.
It wasn't like this was a surprise. Not after what he just read in the system overview.
With his current passive still active and bloodline at five percent, it probably didn't even need to be complicated. Just enough skin. Enough build-up. Enough to cross that line.
Lucen's eyes lowered to the screen again.
"'Mommy's Boy'…" he muttered, half-smiling. "System's got a sense of humor."
The buff wasn't a joke, though. Twenty percent charm increase toward older women? That was nothing to laugh at. Especially in a world where widows, matrons, and caretakers surrounded young heirs like bees to honey.
Like his mother.
His breath slowed.
He wasn't going to pretend he didn't notice the way she held him earlier. How tightly. How long. How naturally her hands moved down his back. How warm her body was, pressed into his. How she'd whispered his name like a prayer.
The system hadn't assigned this target directly.
But it hadn't needed to.
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Some time passed.
Lucen stayed on the bed, back resting against the mountain of pillows. The robe still loose. The room still quiet.
Then the door opened softly.
"Lucen, baby—Mother's here," came her voice.
Lady Arwen stepped in, holding a silver tray with both hands. A covered bowl, a small plate of soft bread, and a glass of something clear. No herbs. No bitter soup. Just warmth and care.
She smiled the second she saw him upright.
"You look a little stronger already," she said sweetly, crossing the room with steady steps. "Goddess, just seeing you awake again—it's like I can breathe again."
She came to the side of the bed and set the tray down on the nightstand.
Then, instead of pulling a chair closer, she climbed onto the bed beside him.
Lucen blinked.
The bed dipped as she sat. She tucked her dress carefully under her legs, but her hips still pressed against his. Her chest shifted with the movement, the neckline of her gown dipping just a little more from leaning forward. She didn't notice.
Or didn't care.
"There we go," she whispered, reaching for the bowl. She removed the lid, letting steam rise up gently. "Still warm."
She stirred it, then brought a spoon up with a bit of thick broth and soft vegetables.
"You need strength, my little star. Say ah~"
Lucen opened his mouth without a word, watching her closely.
She fed him gently, carefully, spoon to lips, wiping at the corner of his mouth with her thumb after every third bite.
"There," she cooed, "such a good boy…"
Each spoonful came slower than the last. Her eyes never left his. Every time she leaned in, her body brushed against him. The soft weight of her breast grazing his arm. Her thigh pressing into his side. Her voice… sweet as honey, warm as a blanket.
"Does it taste good, dear?"
"Not too hot, is it, sweetheart?"
"Slowly now, I'll feed you—no need to rush, baby."
He wasn't even pretending to be helpless.
But she didn't question it.
She just smiled, like this was her purpose.
And then—
♥ Desire +5
[Lady Arwen — Affection: 99/100 | Desire: 47/100]
Lucen's eyes flicked to the panel. Brief. Silent.
Her hand was back on his chest now, adjusting the robe slightly to keep it from slipping. But her fingers lingered.
Not indecent.
But too gentle. Too familiar.
She scooped another bite and brought it up to his lips again.
"Open up, baby," she whispered, smiling. "Eat for Mommy."
Lucen's breath hitched—just a little.
And smiled.
This was going to be easier than he thought.